Holy god, I need to stop reading fucking fanfiction. I’m cringing constantly at the awfulness of the fanfiction writers’ technique, but I feel compelled to keep reading. This shit happens when I run out of books. Are you aware of some of the abominations these people write about? Digimon sex stories. Gay MacGyver Fan Fiction. There’s a gay transformer sex page, but I don’t have the stomach to find that one right now.
I stayed up far too late last night, re-watching The Others with Brent and talking. Dirk’s on graveyard again, so I end up being alone at night a lot, and I encourage people to come over and hang. We agreed that Aaron should have been killed a long time ago – preferably at birth. Brent’s the gentlest of souls, but he has no patience for Aaron’s flavor of bullshit.
Mostly, we seem to be in the midst of a relieved sigh that was a very long time in the waiting. I hadn’t previously realized how neurotic just living with Aaron, much less his enormously fat girlfriend, was making me. He was a drain on our finances, piece of mind, and lives in general.
I’ve done the math, and I figured out that after the first couple months, when we’ll be paying off all the back utility payments Aaron stuck us with, we’ll be able to put at least $400 a month into savings. This is even figuring $200 mad money and way overestimating all the bills that weren’t set, like utilities and grocery money. For instance, I keep us fairly well fed on $20 a week, but I estimated $150 for monthly grocery costs.
I have to tell you that I miss Aaron’s OCD problems a little. He had to clean every Saturday morning, without fail. That meant that if we fell behind in our cleaning duties during the week, he would pick up the slack – he was like our very own cleaning fairy. That’s the only thing I miss so far.
